Drunk Fighting

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Mike just popped two— Mike just popped three Percs, he off a Perc-90 (Premo Beats on the track) Mike just popped blue— alright, okay Woo, alright (It's with a K, dumbass) Mike just p— okay, okay, okay, okay KrispyLife, nigga (Iced Up Records) [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Mike just popped three blue pills, he off a Perc-90 Oh, you say you fucked Mike? Bitch, I'm finna fight you Damn, yeah, I thought I really liked you But that's okay, though, I'ma one-night you [Verse 2: RMC Mike] Made her drink a fifth of Patrón, she my drunk idol Had her meet me in the bedroom, we was drunk fightin' I'm finna blow this nigga car up, I know fun science I'll still beat a nigga ass, but I'm a gun buyer PLR with the nuts on it, that's that onе rifle Stick my finger in your asshole, this thе fun Michael Swear to God that nigga gon' die quick if he touch Michael Fuck around and get your family killed just to enlight you [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] Shooter made ESPN, this that one rifle I'm only keepin' you around 'cause my son like you 7.62s, 5— ah, fuck 7.62s, 5.56, read the gun title [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] All killers on my team, ain't no punks by me Guarantee you gon' leave the scene if you touch Michael It's a knife on the front, this that one rifle Bring the baby Drac' below my waist, then bump fire If you see a bitch flick me off in public, then we fucked probably We ain't never bought no Cookie, we Runtz buyers Ridin' 'round lookin' for them niggas with a hunting rifle Bust a ten milli' in the car, sound like thunder strikin' [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] Damn, where the fuck my bags? We gotta jump the pilot Them niggas over there sweet, just a bunch of icing I feel good about my hands, I'll fight Mike Tyson I ain't your typical lightskin, I am not Osiris [Verse 6: Clean Up Man] If you see me with a trenchcoat, I got a pump probably If you see me with a thick bitch, I done fucked probably Nigga, if you ain't got no money, you can't come by me Step on the brick like the task force, I'm Rodney [Verse 7: RMC Mike] I can't be stopped, Ghetto Boyz times IUR Popped three thirties, drunk a four, and couldn't find my car I'm sick your haircut fucked up but your lineup hard Hard work to get me where I'm at, I'm a rising star Bro said the E's work— ah Bro said the E's don't work no more, he tryna find a bar Shot my name in a nigga back, that's the finest art If you wanna know if a bitch still love you, spend some time apart [Verse 8: Clean Up Man] Fuck, I killed a rap nigga, he died a star Bitch, jump on a rap nigga dick, come ride a star Kidd, where the fuck Vezz at? I'm tryna sign to IUR I'm Jody, my bitch woke up and couldn't find her car [Outro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Premo Beats on the track)